Starting all over again as a forty-something artist

I left school with a GCSE A-Grade in Art and Design. I can barely remember what that subject was, except that I sketched and painted a lot. I don’t remember learning anything much besides how to stare at an object and sketch what I saw. Stare and sketch. And repeat. 

And then I left school. No direction. No focus.  No plan. 

It’s ludicrous that twenty five years later, I’m painting again for the first time since that GCSE art class. Last year I dabbled with digital painting. I’ll continue to do that but, now I’m actually painting. Oil on canvas. 


It’s quite literally like starting all over again as a forty-something artist.

As with a blank canvas, the possibilities are endless. 

No rules. No expectations.

Just blank canvas... 

Let’s see what happens.